Archive for February, 2006

Will the last woman leaving South Dakota please flip off the right?

Thursday, February 23rd, 2006

The rain is coming down sideways and WHY OH WHY did I read the newspaper this morning? I know better than that. This is the kind of moment when I really think I need more than one pug. Though Lily helps me to settle down and remember that life is good and simple and sweet, [...]

If I hear the word “twizzle” one more time I’m going to shoot somebody

Wednesday, February 22nd, 2006

I have a little over a month left at home with Lina full-time, and then I’m going back to work part-time. She’ll be in the parent-child center on the campus at which I teach, which is ideal. She already loves it there, and so do I. Though it’s part of an institution, it feels like [...]

My Heart-Shaped World

Tuesday, February 14th, 2006

While I’m aware of the fact that Valentine’s day is just a huge commercial ruse that supports the diamond cartels, I can’t help but be somewhat drawn in by the puffy redness of it all. While puffy redness is usually a sign that something is infected, this time of year it’s a sign of being [...]

Naptime Reverie

Friday, February 10th, 2006

I have learned to look at the clock in Lina’s room when putting her down to nap. This has taught me that on the days that she’s trying her best to persuade me that she needs to be UUUPPPAAA  instead of napping, she’ll most likely be asleep within five minutes. I’m amazed at how she’ll [...]

Zoo Day

Thursday, February 9th, 2006

The sun is out today, so we decided to play hookey on our swim class. In my former life as a Californian, that last sentence wouldn’t have made sense to me. Sun = Swimming (or more accurately, Life = Swimming) was my outlook on daily activity. In Seattle, however, we must remember that almost all [...]

Dear Lina

Wednesday, February 1st, 2006

You are eleven months old today. I thought I’d spend a moment writing down what you’re like at this age, because otherwise you won’t believe me when I tell you later. I got the idea to do this from Dooce, a self-described “Shit Ass Ho Motherfucker” (SAHM) living a somewhat isolated life as an open-minded [...]